I jumped on my bike and sped to her apartment. Just as I pulled up to her building, I saw Charlie and Drew walk through the front doors into the lobby. I parked as quickly as I could, running towards the doors she’d just entered. I couldn’t get to her fast enough. Relief didn’t come until I held her in my arms.
“Thank God you are okay,” I said, softly kissing her cheek.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” Charlotte replied, genuinely confused why anything would have happened to her. With a nutcase walking around, I had to protect Charlie as best I could. I would never forgive myself if something happened to her. Ever. But she was distant. I could tell Molly’s words had a genuine impact on her, how could they not?
We traveled up to her penthouse in a tense silence. When we got to the penthouse we all sat down at the breakfast bar and I told them what happened with Molly once they left.
“Charlotte, I told you when I was in New York a while back I made a mistake. Well, she was the mistake. I hooked up with her after a couple too many drinks in a bar. My brother had brought a girl back to his apartment and I went home with Molly. Before you say anything I want to be clear that I did not sleep with her.” I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me, but I had to be honest with her.
“It was the same night I saw you check in on Foursquare with a guy named Landon and I thought I had lost you for good. I was upset and drunk and to be honest, I just let her give me a blowjob. There’s no excuse for it, I know. I am sorry and I hope you forgive me.”
As much as it hurt to talk about, she had a right to know, even if it meant I’d lose her forever, which I knew was a possibility. At any moment, she could tell me to fuck off and get out of her apartment and never come back. I was just waiting for her wrath. But once again, this intriguing woman surprised me. Reaching her hand out to me, she spoke.
“Bentley, you don’t have to explain yourself to me; we weren’t together. People have pasts, it’s part of life. I’m sorry she is apparently bat shit crazy and gunning for you, but that has nothing to do with our relationship. Do the police know why she came here?”
“Apparently, she’s pregnant and looking for a payday. One internet search of my name and my bank accounts are public knowledge, so I think that’s her motive. But she may just be genuinely crazy. Either way, she won’t be bothering us anymore. She was arrested and I’ll have a restraining order by the time dinner rolls around Thursday night.”
I could see the relief wash over Charlie. Her eyes lost the dark and distant look in them and filled with hope. I felt the same way. The fact that she was being understanding about it at all really amazed me.
Just when I thought life was starting to calm down, Drew chimed in with his normal wit.
“Dude, you really do know how to make an impression on women.” That certainly was an understatement.
We all had a good laugh and Drew made his way out the door. I was happy to finally be alone with Charlotte.
“Will you forgive me Charlotte?” I begged. I should have just gotten down on my knees right then and there.
“There’s nothing to forgive. We weren’t together and you can’t be blamed for her insanity now, it’s in the past.” She shrugged it off one last time.
What did I ever do in life to deserve a woman who was so good to me? There was no way I would screw this up for myself. She took me by the hand and led me down the hallway to her bedroom. I was almost glad Shay wasn’t around tonight because I would have never heard the end of it.
“What do you want to do? Watch a movie?” I asked her as we made our way into her bedroom.
“Actually I need to relax a little. I was hoping you’d join me,” she replied with an evil smirk on her face.
“And how would you suggest we do that?”
She slowly took off her shirt and jeans and let them fall into a pile on her bedroom floor as she made her way toward her bathroom in nothing but the bra and panties. I’d seen her in them earlier. I’d secretly hoped I would get a second peek at those, but after the detour our night took, I hadn’t banked on it. Once she stripped, my dick was instantly rock-hard -- something I was getting used to around her.
Any time I saw even the tiniest bit of her naked skin, I was ready to go. She was more attractive than any of the girls I had been with, but it was a different type of beauty. The rest were blonde and fake, but Charlie’s beauty was all natural. Her long dark brown hair was one of her defining features.
I might have always known I could never set up house with a blonde. They reminded me too much of my mother and anything that had to do with her was nothing more than a nasty open wound.
As I rounded the corner into the bathroom, she turned on her docked iPod as the tub filled with water. She walked towards me, still in nothing but her bra and panties. The lime green color against her lightly golden skin was nothing short of aesthetic harmony.
“Would you like to join me?” She whispered into my ear and all I could do was nod my head in the affirmative.
“Well then, let’s get you out of these clothes...”
That was all she said as her hands ran down my body. First, she pulled my shirt over my head, then she went for my jeans, rubbing and kissing every part of my chest and stomach until she reached the end of my happy-trail.
She unbuttoned them and slid them to the floor, avoiding my dick. She was being a tease, but I loved every minute of it. She was the only woman who could get away with touching me the way she was and the only woman I wanted touching me ever again.
The tub was nearly full when she turned around and bent over to turn the water off. I could tell she exaggerated the bend to give me a full view of her ass in her thong.
She turned around, unhooking her bra and letting it fall to the floor. She ran her nails under the waist of my boxers and slid them down my legs. I stood there naked with my dick standing straight up, watching her, not touching her at all, even though I wanted to. It was killing me to keep my hands to myself, but I wanted to give her the control she demanded.
Just when I thought she was going to turn to get in the water, she dropped to her knees in front of me and took my cock in her hands, slowly stroking it before taking it gently in her mouth. She played for a few minutes, licking and teasing. It took everything in me not to take her right then and there, but then she looked up at me with her big green eyes and said, “This will make you forget any blow job you ever got from anyone else.” She deep throated my dick. My angel had a bit of devil in her. She couldn’t have been more right. Any memory of other blow jobs was instantly replaced by the feeling of her lips around my manhood.
The mixture of eye-contact and the words coming out of her mouth almost sent me over the edge. Before she brought me any closer, I pulled her up, stripped her thong off and sat her on the edge of her huge bathtub.
“You know, normally I don’t share my tub with anyone,” she teased.
“You sure know how to make a man feel special,” I replied with a grin on my face.
As I propped her up on the edge of the tub, I kissed her passionately. I had been thinking about being inside her again all week. It had been far too long since I’d felt her tight pussy clenching around me.
I broke away from her lips, licking and kissing down her neck to her breasts. I took each nipple in my mouth before moving downwards towards her beautiful pussy.
Her moans were music to my ears. I had never been so turned on by the sounds of a woman. Normally, it annoyed the shit out of me, but my reaction to her proved further that she was special.
I licked and teased her pussy until she pulled away and slid into the water, panting. With the push of a button, the Jacuzzi jets came on and she pulled me in behind her. This was the kind of stuff you did with a woman you loved, not just someone you were hooking up with, and as the night went on, the deeper I fell. I never thought I’d see the day when one woman meant more to me than any other.
I sat behind Charlotte in the tub. She nestled between my legs with her back
against me and I rubbed and massaged her shoulders. I could tell how tense she was from the entire evening’s events. With my hands kneading her muscles, she was starting to relax. She turned around, pulling me into a deep kiss. My hands explored in sync with hers, but while mine went up to her breasts, hers went down to my dick.
Next thing I knew, she was sliding my dick in between her warm folds and riding me, right there in the water. I was in heaven but I knew it wouldn’t last long. With each movement I felt myself closer to coming inside her.
As much as I didn’t want to ruin the moment, I had to.
“Charlotte, we have to stop...” I whispered into her ear. I could feel she was on the verge of coming by the way her pussy clenched around me, but if I didn’t stop this, as much as I didn’t want to, there would be a major problem.
“But... but... but... I don’t wanna stop,” she cried.
“We’ll get out and continue where we left off, I promise baby.” I assured her.
I, Bentley Young, was actually stopping sex. Hell must have frozen over.
We made for the bedroom and stopped at the door. I looked her in the eye and said, “Honey, in another week we will be able to do it all we want. Just not tonight, we don’t need an accident, do we?”
I knew she would agree with what I said, although I couldn’t help but think about her pregnant, damn she would be hot. Pregnant with my baby... the thought was both terrifying and ultimately arousing. But the timing was definitely not right. One day, yes, but not anytime soon.
As we got into bed, still wet, I put on the dreaded condom and she climbed back on top of me to continue what she started in the bathtub. She didn’t need any cues or encouragement. She went to town and had all of the right moves. It was barely minutes before I heard her whisper “Oh God... oh right there... Oh, Oh, Oh Bentley! I’m coooooming!” in my ear as our hips ground together.
Those words were all I needed to set me off and in one last thrust I emptied myself into that fucking condom. I hated every minute of that after feeling her au naturale. I would have much rather have come inside her. I couldn’t help but curse the fact because she wasn’t on birth control yet.
Moments after that, we were ready for bed. It had been one hell of an evening.
While we got ready for bed, I called Drew to make sure all was good on the home-front at our apartment before climbing back into bed with Charlotte. I’d informed Drew that I wouldn’t be home tonight. I’d be sleeping in my favorite place in the world, Charlie’s arms.
The fact was, she was the only woman I’d ever actually slept with. It was a comforting thought. I could actually sleep well with her by my side. The idea of not sleeping with her every night felt foreign.
But for now, I would take the nights she gave me and cherish the hell out of them.
Chapter 10
Meet the Parents
(Charlotte)
The week had gone by in a blur. I went to the doctor and opted for the Depo-Provera shot instead of the pill. It would work quicker and I wouldn’t have to worry about taking something every day. I would get knocked up for sure if I had to remember to take something at the same time each day. A pregnancy scare was the last thing I needed. But we had come pretty close the other night. Jesus it had felt so amazing too. We were so caught up in the moment I almost didn’t care what happened. Would it really be that bad? Who the hell am I fooling? It would end us and we’d barely gotten started.
It was Thursday and the night of the dreaded dinner with my parents. Normally, I was outspoken and confident when it came to my family, but this time, I was a nervous wreck. I needed this dinner to go off without any drama. As I walked down the hall, I heard giggling coming from inside Shay’s bedroom. It sounded like she had someone in there with her. What the hell?
“Shay, what’s going on in there?” I asked, pounding on the door.
“One minute,” Shay called out. I heard something crash to the ground. “Oh shit!” She giggled as more things fell to the floor. Something was totally going on in there and she was trying to hide it from me.
“What the hell is going on in there?” I asked, turning the door handle so I could see what was going on for myself. “Why is the door locked?!” I laughed. I knew exactly what was going on.
“You have a guy in there; don’t you?” I could barely contain my laughter. Shay was a grown woman, but you’d think she was a thirteen year old in the process of getting caught by her parents. “Is it anyone I know?”
Shay poked her head out the door, laughing hysterically, her normally perfect hair a mess.
“May I help you with something?” she asked coyly.
“Um... Well I was going to see if you wanted to go out for mani-pedis, but apparently you’re preoccupied this morning.” I tried pushing the door open to see who her mystery visitor was, but her foot blocked the door from opening more than a crack.
“Oh, he was just leaving... right?” Shay responded, looking over her shoulder at her companion. This was the first time she had been so secretive about having someone over. It made me want to know who it was that much more.
“I’ll be ready in fifteen,” she said to me, moving her foot away as she backed into her room. I pushed the door wide open and just about passed out.
“I thought you were leaving last night, Mr. Morgan?” I taunted Drew as he raced to put on his clothes.
“Well, I saw this beautiful young lady getting out of the elevator and wanted to get to know her a little better.” Drew shot me a dazzling smile as if that would help me believe his blatant lie.
“Yeah, whatever guys...”
I wouldn’t let Shay live this one down. I couldn’t. It was just too good not to use against her every chance I could get. Drew was just her type-- tall, preppy and boring as hell. Shay dated the rainbow like she always told me. Race was never an issue but it seems like recently she had sworn off all black guys in her life. I wasn’t sure what had happened with Shane, it had been years but it was pretty damn bad apparently.
To: [email protected]
Subject: Caught Out!
Date: June 30 11:45
From: Charlotte A. Windsor
You are not going to believe WHO I caught in Shay’s bed this morning. Let’s just put it this way. Your roommate didn’t sleep in his own damn bed last night! I have a feeling we may have another tag along this weekend.
-Charlie
My mind began to race at the thought of my boyfriend meeting my parents. I knew, right off the bat, my mother wasn’t going to like him. The tattoos were going to be a deal breaker for her. She was quick to stereotype everyone, including her own children. I recalled her insisting Trey was gay years ago and wanting to ship him off to a pray away the gay summer camp. To this day he still hadn’t forgiven her, but he tolerates her. We all tolerated her. Trey also toted around any social debutante he could for a week just to rub his love for women in her face.
Shay and I went for coffee and hit the spa for some pampering. I checked my e-mail as we walked back to Shay’s car, curious to see if Bentley had responded. But there wasn’t anything. Which was surprising because he was usually great about staying in touch.
My stalking skills kicked in and I jumped on Facebook and Twitter to see if he’d updated anything. He hadn’t posted much, which was unnerving. I couldn’t seem to get enough of him. There was one lone tweet, sent an hour before.
Why do your eyes paralyze me? What makes me feel this way? @C_A_Windsor
@HardcoreBentley
That made me smile. Those were lyrics from Nerdy, one of my favorite Poison the Well songs. One simple public declaration of his feelings made it okay that he hadn’t emailed me. That gesture made me feel more secure; it was as if he were sending a message to all the women throwing themselves at him that he was off the market. In the back of my mind the memory of the creepy redhead was still fresh. The fact that she was clearly unstable worried me more than the fact they had hooked up.
I had a nightmare about h
er, but I would never tell Bentley about it. It would only make him worry more. I dreamed she found out where I lived and followed me home, only to attack me inside my apartment. I had always had a vivid imagination, especially if I ate too late at night. I shook those thoughts from my head, mentally preparing myself for dinner. I would make the best of it with the man I loved, no matter what.
As we pulled into the parking garage of our building, I put my phone away and gathered my purse trying desperately not to nick my newly manicured nails. My phone rang just as I got to my bedroom door. Seeing it was Bentley, I hurried to pick it up before I missed the call.
“Hello?” I answered sweetly.
“Hey there, gorgeous!” Bentley replied. I could hear the smile on his face.
“What’s up?” I replied. It was odd that he was calling me, most of the time we just texted when we were apart. That was fine by me, since I hated talking on the phone. I didn’t mind if people texted me all day long, but I outgrew chit-chatting sometime in middle school.
“I’m actually running a little early. Would you mind if I came over to your apartment now?”
I looked over at the clock and it was almost five. It wasn’t too early. We were going to be leaving for dinner in thirty minutes anyway.
“I guess so, but I’ll be getting ready. It may get kind of boring.”
“It’s okay baby, I don’t mind. I’ll just watch some of the sports highlights while I wait.”
“Okay, Bentley. I’ll leave the front door unlocked. I gotta jump in the shower.”
“I’ll be there in ten.”
I stripped and got into the shower where I tortured myself for at least a half hour; shaving, shampooing, conditioning, exfoliating-- all the stuff guys never had to do. I had to make sure I looked pristine any time I was going to see my mother. No matter how fantastic I thought I looked, she could always find a flaw.
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